Comments about Ramanujam Parthasarathy

At Vuda Park

The stick slipped, He was about to fall, But his crony crutch supported himWith her fragile frame.Stumbling, they sat on a bench in a corner, And I was reabsorbed in my Herman Hesse.Of course, I am a bird-watcher, But old birds are not my game.

They came soon enough, With laughter beyond all reason, With a charm that could transform a dreary desert -The natural inhabitants of Vuda Park.And the waiting eyes began their roving routine.

As the sun slithered further down, And the scene was shifting to the beach, I got up as though ...